Shores //

Deeper Still //

Jehovah Nisseh

Simple Yet Profound //

You Will Illuminate

Let Worship Arise

You were born for greatness | It's time. 

Born For Greatness

Written as I process my recent experience working in a refugee camp // This is the story of a woman who's baby fell over the boat as she and her family escaped Syria and attempted to find asylum in Greece

You are running from the war
You are running from that place
 running from those bombs
You are running from disgrace
Where are you going? Where is your refuge now? 
You have no choice, 
for they’ve come in and stolen your joy
They’ve invaded your heart and they’ve invaded your house
They’ve left you with a heap of ashes 
Where are you going now? Where are you running? 
You’ve packed you bags in a hurry
You’ve grabbed your baby and your money 
and you ran for another land
To get across that border, 
he said it’d cost you all that you have
so you pay him a pretty penny 
and he takes you on a whim
 and he says come with me
the fear its crippling ‘cause you don’t know where you’re going 
You don’t even know where you’ve been
‘Cause you’re on this journey with a smuggler and a refugee camp
they change your name and they changed your age 
they put you on a little boat on made of rubber and paste
they sent you sailing with a dozen on the open sea,
its ravishing
your heart is pumping and your veins 
are running with blood so fierce and hot
the torment is inside your heart, 
its in your bones, its lying in the dark
waves are crashing and your boat is rocking and she is gone
she’s gone
I can’t find her
where has she gone?
I don’t hear her sweet little curly voice crying my name
where has she gone?
I can’t find my baby
I can’t find my baby, she’s gone
She’s gone
I don’t know what to do, so I jump over too
Im swimming but that water is so cold,
 I can’t hold my breath, I can’t hold on
So I’m drowning too, Im drowning too 
I am dying with my baby
I can’t find my baby, I can’t find my baby
I can’t find my baby, I can’t find my child
So I’m leaving it behind 
I could have stayed in that war torn place
 and lost my life with shrapnel and fire 
or I could set sail to a better life 
and died trying
I died trying



Open Seas

Are you burdened for the refugee crisis?
Perhaps you don't know how to get involved.

This will tell you everything you need to know! Hear from those who have been on the field serving refugees face-to-face.

Spencer Bilek